Symondshyde woods again. Chester is now used to me stopping to gaze at a piece of paper, and takes himself off. He returns every so often to make sure I'm still there. It's been very gloomy, but the sun is just starting to break through. I'm sitting next to the big tree I painted previously. The air is damp and the paint takes a long time to dry. By the time I get home some of the effects have blurred. Another little lesson. GCSE results today - wondering how Rob will do.
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